The Renascence

You do not know very well

Neither the how nor the why,

The only thing you know for sure,

It is that you must run.

What long ago you conceived

A shelter of hopes and beliefs,

It is now a serpent's lair,

From where you have to escape!

Ah!

Faces do not show smiles anymore,

Languishing ghosts in an endless scream

From their jaws sharp peaks shine within,

Desiring to dye their snowy crowns with

The deep dark red dusk of the blood.

-Bloodshot eyes hunger for blood-

Cain drives their blood-thirst hearts,

Into a spiral of frenzy and raving

Deception!

Iced tears shed from their eyes

Pretending to mourn for his death,

Whilst their eager souls laugh

Hiding their hands tainted in blood.

Why did you killed me, slayed me

And perished my existence?

Closing with these thorns,

The true path I revealed to you.

Haven't I given everything for you?

And is this the way I've been paid,

With an Obol under my tongue?

And now he sails the Stygian Lake

In a course with no returning way

He can't return from the travel

That he has began, no! No he can't.

Will be he able to deceive Nicte's son?

Oh! Could he really come back again?

From the riversides of Hades he returned,

Beguiling Kerberos with craft and skill,

Epic songs they'll chant for him,

For the one who escaped from Death.

The Renascence!

(Listen to the chorus of triumphant Angels!)

A Renascence!

(From the Ashes of Death to Hero's Glory!)

Ohs!

Envy corrodes the soul

And buries his victim

Under heavy slabs.

Why Human Being therefore degrade?

Why he yearns with so much fervour

What he does not possess?

Now I understand why you killed me

you envied the poet's work

And put me apart from Calliope,

But I have returned,

From where no one has come before,

And I will not rest until I find you all.

So listen!

You listen!

Since you will hear soon from me